When Jessie saw Lindsay, the pesticide bottle dropped from her hand and onto the floor. "Ms. D-Davies..."Lindsay did not look at her as she walked up to me and started scanning me. Then, she said, "You're not the man from back then."I quipped, "Congratulations. You didn't find out too late."The lawyer behind Lindsay handed her a document, and she then took it and threw it straight into Jessie's face. It was a medical diagnosis, and the pages struck Jessie's cheek before drifting to the floor."Ah!" Jessie covered her face, not because it hurt, but because Lindsay's coldness had frightened her.She stammered, "Ms. Davies... What are you doing?"Lindsay's eyes barely paused on her as the lawyer behind her stepped forward. He then bent down to pick up the diagnosis and read it aloud, "Patient, Sandy Evans. Five years old. Clinical diagnosis, Fabry disease. Symptoms, severe thickening of the heart muscle and early signs of kidney damage."My mind quickly searched my memory for th
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